«Another horrible switch kick. How the hell could Graves have hit so hard? She could feel her left buttock bleeding. She could feel the blood flowing. In a strange way, it almost tickled.
The switch crashed again, the sound chilling her soul. It was such a horrible sound. Even at school, when she wasn’t being spanked, the cracks of the cane disciplining a naughty schoolgirl in the principal’s office made her weak in the knees. The sound of the switch always echoed up and down the main corridor and into the classrooms, and Annie was convinced that the school had been designed for that effect. Every classroom could hear a girl being caned, and it always brought a pause to school life, for everyone thought that soon they might be bending over for the disciplinarian's sharp, slender switch.
The next stroke of the switch cut low, across the base of her buttocks, pushing her forward. The tip must have outrun another chance because there was a bright explosion of pain from a certain point. It amazed Annie that after all she had endured, she could feel at all. Her brain was numb: why not her body?
Suddenly, vaguely, she heard Graves's voice. She couldn't make out what he was saying. It took her a moment to concentrate, then she saw him commanding her to stand. It was over. Part of her felt it was anti-climactic, ending so abruptly, but she quickly dismissed that feeling as absurd. She was just grateful it was over.
She stood up, her limbs stiff and creaking like an old woman's, and she staggered a little as she stood. Her cotton dress fell over her buttocks, the thin brush of material making her gasp at the lips.
"Thank you, Graves. Superbly done."
"Your father will want to see your stripes soon, Milady," he nodded.
"Yes. I'll see him in a minute. I'll visit the bathroom first."
She turned and headed back toward the main house. She tried to walk as if her buttocks weren't on fire, but it was impossible. Every movement shook her body, her bottom twitching painfully. Every step was a reminder of her agony. She took her time, pausing frequently to breathe, pretending to admire the view of the garden or check on a potted plant on the steps, and finally she made it safely to her room. The stripes on her ass throbbed and ached terribly.
Immediately, the shift was stopped and she was standing naked in front of the mirror again. She was afraid to look, but she couldn't bear not to see. She picked up a hand mirror and held it so that she could see the mirror behind her. The horror made her gasp. Her buttocks were purple and black, with slivers of purple. Tears moistened her eyes. Oh, it was too cruel, too cruel.
But amazingly there was no blood. Graves was excellent with the rod, he had whipped her well, but he hadn't broken the flesh. The horsewhip, no doubt, hardening the skin for the ordeal of the rod.
Annie placed a palm hopefully on her left buttock. It was hot, the calluses throbbing like something alive. But surprisingly, it didn't hurt much. She could feel her hand, and it felt good. She put the mirror down and cupped both cheeks in her hands and squeezed and kneaded. It felt good, though she had no idea why. Her buttocks burned terribly, but the peak of the pain was subsiding. She felt like she could breathe again.
She sighed, looking at her whipped bottom in the mirror. It was time to show her father's bottom. She certainly didn't want to be late and annoy him even more. I hope he would be pleased with her resistance to punishment. Maybe Graves would tell her she took it well.
As soon as he saw her, he had taken an ice bath and cooled her bottom. Then he had the maid put cream on her. He couldn't wait. bY mASTERCANE»
«She's a cute girl but she needs regular hard whippings on her bottom»
«Another horrible switch kick. How the hell could Graves have hit so hard? She could feel her left buttock bleeding. She could feel the blood flowing. In a strange way, it almost tickled.
The switch crashed again, the sound chilling her soul. It was such a horrible sound. Even at school, when she wasn’t being spanked, the cracks of the cane disciplining a naughty schoolgirl in the principal’s office made her weak in the knees. The sound of the switch always echoed up and down the main corridor and into the classrooms, and Annie was convinced that the school had been designed for that effect. Every classroom could hear a girl being caned, and it always brought a pause to school life, for everyone thought that soon they might be bending over for the disciplinarian's sharp, slender switch.
The next stroke of the switch cut low, across the base of her buttocks, pushing her forward. The tip must have outrun another chance because there was a bright explosion of pain from a certain point. It amazed Annie that after all she had endured, she could feel at all. Her brain was numb: why not her body?
Suddenly, vaguely, she heard Graves's voice. She couldn't make out what he was saying. It took her a moment to concentrate, then she saw him commanding her to stand. It was over. Part of her felt it was anti-climactic, ending so abruptly, but she quickly dismissed that feeling as absurd. She was just grateful it was over.
She stood up, her limbs stiff and creaking like an old woman's, and she staggered a little as she stood. Her cotton dress fell over her buttocks, the thin brush of material making her gasp at the lips.
"Thank you, Graves. Superbly done."
"Your father will want to see your stripes soon, Milady," he nodded.
"Yes. I'll see him in a minute. I'll visit the bathroom first."
She turned and headed back toward the main house. She tried to walk as if her buttocks weren't on fire, but it was impossible. Every movement shook her body, her bottom twitching painfully. Every step was a reminder of her agony. She took her time, pausing frequently to breathe, pretending to admire the view of the garden or check on a potted plant on the steps, and finally she made it safely to her room. The stripes on her ass throbbed and ached terribly.
Immediately, the shift was stopped and she was standing naked in front of the mirror again. She was afraid to look, but she couldn't bear not to see. She picked up a hand mirror and held it so that she could see the mirror behind her. The horror made her gasp. Her buttocks were purple and black, with slivers of purple. Tears moistened her eyes. Oh, it was too cruel, too cruel.
But amazingly there was no blood. Graves was excellent with the rod, he had whipped her well, but he hadn't broken the flesh. The horsewhip, no doubt, hardening the skin for the ordeal of the rod.
Annie placed a palm hopefully on her left buttock. It was hot, the calluses throbbing like something alive. But surprisingly, it didn't hurt much. She could feel her hand, and it felt good. She put the mirror down and cupped both cheeks in her hands and squeezed and kneaded. It felt good, though she had no idea why. Her buttocks burned terribly, but the peak of the pain was subsiding. She felt like she could breathe again.
She sighed, looking at her whipped bottom in the mirror. It was time to show her father's bottom. She certainly didn't want to be late and annoy him even more. I hope he would be pleased with her resistance to punishment. Maybe Graves would tell her she took it well.
As soon as he saw her, he had taken an ice bath and cooled her bottom. Then he had the maid put cream on her. He couldn't wait.
bY mASTERCANE»